"Shen the divine doctor's intervention will surely cure the illness!"
"It's truly a blessing to witness Shen the divine doctor treat a patient!"
Zheng Xiaoshuang's emotions were incredibly complex. She wished for Shen Xianfeng to heal her mother's illness and relieve her of suffering.
In this ambush, those thousand men might have stood a chance against the three thousand, but they had underestimated the role of a cultivator. As Lin Yue arrived, another contingent, led by Bai Zhou's General Xia Yuan with two thousand men, also reached the scene.
Liu Qian had only met Brother Hu a few times, not even enough to be considered friends. He had only blurted it out in a moment of desperation.
Task 'l' was, as always, a complete rip-off. The punishments were getting harsher with each task, but once accepted, there was no right to give up.
To resolve Lin Yue's unregistered status, Mo Yunhai had registered him as part of the Lin clan of Wu Zhou, a noble family in itself. Now that he had accumulated so many merits, being granted official titles and ranks was only natural and expected.
Why was he torturing himself like this? Even a pig would know to choose the option with clear advantages and disadvantages.
Once inside the tomb, he would be at my mercy. If he could be of some use, I would bring him back. After all, for my cousin's sake, this fellow seemed decent enough.
He dared not offend someone as formidable as Ye Yan, not even daring to report him to the authorities.
The three kingdoms of Liaodong, whether Goguryeo, Silla, or Baekje, all bordered the sea. When attacking coastal nations, a navy was essential. And the navy had always been the Tang Dynasty's weak point, that much was undeniable.
The first time it was a salesperson, the second time it might be different. Ye Yan recalled not giving his phone number to unimportant people, but whoever got his number must have some connection.
After all, the Youxian Society didn't have many members. Although they had all heard of the Youxian Society, they hadn't actually met many ability users.
If the imperial decree was officially issued this time, his dream of becoming a great general would truly be over. Dong Cheng was still trying to make one last effort.
Yu Chao smiled. Guided by Ma Long, his mind had navigated out of this predicament. The current problem no longer posed a challenge for him.
Rescued from the brink of death, Zhenren Feng Guo was overjoyed. He also learned that Tai Xuan had saved him, and his heart was filled with immense gratitude.
Reaching out to touch, the old man's face was utterly vacant. Turning to look, the young man had suddenly shrunk by half, blood spurting from his waist.
With a cold sneer, Chen Jin ordered all the electric scorpions to target Lampard and his demon puppet troops in the air.
Taking out handfuls of dark, unappetizing pills, the bald men unhesitatingly popped them into their mouths.
Just two minutes after the nurse removed the patient's intravenous needle, the internal bleeding in the patient's left kidney was completely stopped.
It was said that Zhan Canglong's ability to fight above his level was even stronger than Situ Kun's. However, due to his slightly inferior talent compared to Situ Kun, he had always been suppressed by Situ Kun and Wenren Tiandu within the Divine Sword Sect.
She directly asked these questions instead of beating around the bush or testing him behind his back. For that alone, she had to respond seriously.
The weariness in his tone made Gu Shenggē pause. The next moment, Ying Lei seemed to have closed his eyes again and fallen asleep.
Yu Fu Fa straightened up and glanced into the pit. The thin blanket was the one he had provided, and he recognized it instantly.
"Cousin, you really are my cousin." Ying Yao bounced in front of Gu Shenggē, looking her up and down, her smile stretching from ear to ear.
"Fellow Daoists, I believe everyone here has received the same mission. Since we are all in competition, it would be best for each of us to act independently. What do you all think?" an old Daoist in a Daoist robe said to the others, stroking his beard.